We have been walking for many months now.

Maybe three months. I don't know exactly.

We are approaching the coast and the dreaded crossing.

I am a warrior and my sisters trust me. We cannot back down anyway.

Rome is sending us here to secure the northernmost border of the Empire.

Very few people thought that we still existed and yet I am the descendant of the mythical warriors who faced the Greeks a long time ago.

We know very little about the land we are heading towards and the enemies we are going to have to contain and fight. The climate it seems is harsh. But we are still far from the final destination. We don't know if we will be back. Our land is so far now.

It does not matter. Like our ancestors, the will to discover new spaces will save us.